"Young Master Rong, Young Master Rong, bad news! Hurry and get up, it'll be too late… " Xu Zhiyuan rushed into the bedroom and grabbed Rong Yan who was on the bed. At this moment, he could not be bothered to get up!
He opened his eyes slowly and asked coldly, "Xu Zhiyuan, are you courting death?"
His tone was extremely low and he sounded like he had just woken up. His body reeked of alcohol and he had yet to change out of his clothes. His shirt was crumpled and he was still wearing it. His face was full of fatigue and his chin had grown some stubble.
Rong Yan retracted his hand and kicked out. He grabbed his swollen head and staggered a few steps before leaping onto the bed again.
Xu Zhiyuan was badly injured and did not even dare to cover himself up. He stepped forward and grabbed Rong Yan who was about to fall asleep. "Young Master Rong, you really can't sleep anymore. If you do, Young Madam will really leave!"
